Sirocco, simoom, khamsin -
dry as desert dust:
red-eyed bedouin
shelter in the
moving dunes.
Monsoon comes wet
and howling,
bringing chills and fevers
too far from the Cape Doctor
for any cure.
Pampero blasts across
the plain, cattle move
willingly, gauchos
shivering behind; cursing
in Vesre, Lunfardo.
Sou'wester brings rain
and dreams of
more exotic names blowing
lives off-course to adventures
under canvas.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | March 4, 2010 - 12:27
Liked this, and, as usual, learned a few more
words;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | March 4, 2010 - 23:33
New Ewan
Well deserved cherry!
It was the title that drew me.
at first,I was right cherry!
Now have read good,many words
I don't know though.
Julie
littleditty | March 5, 2010 - 16:37
eee that's a beauty!
Dynamaso | March 8, 2010 - 06:32
Very nice... When I was a school boy, my french teacher used to talk about Le Mistral all the time. She made weather sound positively romantic, as you've done here.